Mystery Behind Us.

Everyone reads everyone differently, and no one understands everyone fully. There is always an element of mystery surrounding all people, even those who think they have nothing to hide. But they do.
Everyone hides something.

Everyone has a hidden meaning of what they are about, and they do not let their guard down to show it, not even to their most intimate partner. It may only be one little thought that keeps you out of reach.

Its funny how you think you may know someone or you may read someone one way, and come to find out that they are not as you thought.

It’s the Mystery Behind Us.

Prom

Today I cut out my daughter's prom dress, and it has made me feel that time has past so fast. I cannot believe that she will be going to a prom this year. It seems that she was born only yesterday. She was laid in my arms, this beautiful little girl 16 1/2 years ago. This child, whom I was afraid of, afraid that I could not take care of her and teach her what she needed in life to survive,. Afraid that she would not grow up to be confident in what she does, Afraid that she would not understand why I don't let her do some things that she feels the need to do. Afraid she would hate me for any punishment that I may have to give her. Afraid of all the outside pressures she would face as a teenager, and her not being able to resist those pressures.
But she has proven to me time and time again that she is smart and confident in all that she does. And she understands that I have to sometimes set limits. She understands when she does something wrong, that punishment is something that she has to take, and she does not stop loving me because of it. And she knows that she has a choice not to give in to those outside pressures, and let others steer her the wrong way.
She amazes me in everything she tries to do, and shows me everyday that she is growing up into a beautiful person. Someone who loves life and is not afraid to face what ever comes her way.
I am grateful that I have the chance to raise her.
I love her so much!

My Mind

My Mind

Such a thing that is my mind.
It does not leave me with much thought.
Most of the time it is un-kind.
With battles old that has already been fought.

Shadows of the past lurk in everywhere.
Bringing forth memories best left alone.
None that I am able to release and share.
With all who pass me, never are they shown.

Friends that know me, don’t.
Strangers, who see me, do.
Family, who fear me, won’t.
People who are me, true.

My Mind

My mind went racing through my thoughts and crashed into a sea of confusion, and I am drowning.
How is it that one can be excited; confused; happy; sad and scared at the same time, and still be able to function normally. Or am I?

Well, its 10pm at night, and I got home about 20 minutes ago. Everyone is in bed. That is where I should be, but I am not. I am up, thinking stupid thoughts and having random brain power outages.
Stupid thought #1. How far is too far?
Stupid thought #2. What makes me think?
Stupid thought #3. Why can't I read signals?

Power outage #1. Nothing connects the brain to the mouth, and sometimes I say things that don't make sense, & I just ramble on and on. This is why I have trouble reading signals and don't know how far to take things, which makes me think random thoughts os stupidness. And I wonder why people look at me funny.

Stupid thought #4. Fantasy -vs- Reality
Stupid thought #5. Reality -vs- Fantasy

Power outage #2. When do you cross the line? Where is the line? How many lines are there? Is it broken or solid?
Do other people have the same line? Or do they have no lines and are on the verge of living in a world of their own creation.
I often wondered, that once you cross that line from reality to fantasy, can you return without any residual fall out? I think not.